"Victor Corvinus!"
Knight Commander Gareth’s booming voice, amplified by battle qi, echoed through the valley, shaking the leaves from the trees.
He raised the Blade of Judgment high, its holy flames burning bright, and pointed it at the small figure on the castle balcony. His eyes were filled with the disdain of a superior and the coldness of a judge.
"The former eldest son of the family has fallen so low as to consort with the undead and monsters, hiding in this filthy cursed land to prolong his pathetic life!"
"You have defiled the honor of the Corvinus family!"
"Master Lancelot is merciful. He sent me here to grant you release!"
"Kneel! Repent! And then, accept the purification of the Holy Light!"
Gareth’s voice was filled with unquestionable authority.
In his view, there was no suspense in this battle from the start.
A waste abandoned by his family with broken legs—even if he had some dumb luck and gained the protection of a few undead, so what?
Before absolute power, before the Blade of Judgment that represented the will of the Holy Light Church, all evil and heterodoxy would be crushed!
However.
Facing this declaration filled with overbearing arrogance.
The man on the balcony showed no fear or repentance.
Instead...
He laughed?
"Hehe..."
Victor’s laugh wasn't cold or mocking.
It was a laugh filled with genuine pleasure and satisfaction.
He even gave a proper wave to those below, as if greeting relatives who had traveled from afar.
Then, he picked up something beside him that looked like a magical amplifier (actually a giant megaphone knockoff made by Zoe) and cleared his throat.
The next second.
A young voice—ten times louder than Gareth’s, magnetic yet tinged with cynicism—instantly drowned out the sound of hooves and wind, reaching the ears of every knight clearly.
"The one down there... Knight Commander Gareth, was it?"
"First, I would like to thank you and the Corvinus family you represent for your strong support of our Benevolent Heart Clinic’s medical endeavors."
"Secondly, I must correct an error in your words."
Victor paused, his tone becoming incredibly sincere.
"I am not consorting with monsters; I am treating them."
"For example, the gentleman on guard at the gate, Mr. Black Blade—he used to have a very serious anti-social personality. After my 'physical therapy,' he has now become a good person who loves the light and is devoted to selfless service."
As soon as these words were spoken.
A small commotion broke out within the ranks of the knight order.
They were no strangers to the name 'Black Blade.'
That was the family’s most mysterious and lethal ace assassin!
He... he had been sent here too? And he had been turned into that glowing, freaky statue at the gate?
"Nonsense!"
Gareth roared, forcibly suppressing the flicker of unease in his heart.
"Victor! Enough with your bewitching lies! No one can save you today!"
"No, no, no, I think you’ve misunderstood again."
Victor wagged a finger.
"I don’t need anyone to save me."
"On the contrary, it’s you..."
Victor’s voice through the megaphone carried a strange resonance, like a doctor reading a notice of critical illness in an operating room.
"Our clinic’s anatomy course just happens to be short a batch of fresh, structurally intact human anatomical models."
"Since you’ve so enthusiastically delivered yourselves to my door..."
Victor revealed a smile that made the knights feel a chill run down their spines.
"Then I shall... reluctantly accept."
"Arrogant!"
Gareth was completely enraged.
He wasted no more words and raised the Blade of Judgment high.
"Black Iron Knight Order! Hear my command!"
"Charge!"
"Crush them!"
"Roar—!!!"
Fifty battle-hardened heavy knights roared in unison.
They spurred their warhorses, becoming a torrent of steel like a bursting dam, charging toward the seemingly fragile dark castle with unmatched momentum.
The sound of hooves was like thunder; the very earth trembled.
However.
On the balcony, Victor didn't even blink.
He calmly activated 【True Sight Eye】 and began to evaluate the quality of the 'experimental materials' before him.
【Target Group: Black Iron Knight Order (Elite).】
【Individual Strength: Ranging from silver-rank to gold-rank.】
【Physical Assessment:】
Muscle Density: Approximately 3.5 times that of an average human, tougher than low-level zombies.
Bone Hardness: Tempered by battle qi, comparable to granite.
Nerve Response Speed: Excellent.
Blood Samples: Contains Holy Light energy, possessing extremely high research value.
【Comprehensive Evaluation: A batch of excellent quality high-grade materials suitable for 'live modification' and 'neurological experiments.'】
"Not bad, not bad."
Victor nodded with satisfaction at the string of delightful data.
"The quality is much higher than that Night Owl squad sent last time."
"Lancelot... was finally generous for once."
He turned around and, through the internal mental link, issued a concise and cold command to the three God-Chosen already standing by inside the castle.
"Alice."
"I'm here, Director. Can I start snipping? I can't wait."
"Elizabeth."
"Ready to start the 'anesthesia' at any time."
"Mia."
"Woo! (Hungry!)"
"Very good."
Victor took a deep breath, his gaze becoming as sharp as a scalpel.
"Remember my requirements."
"I want them alive."
"Maintain the integrity of the materials as much as possible, especially the central nervous system and the circulatory system."
"Don't break those precious organs."
"Understood, Director."
Three voices, different in style but equally filled with killing intent, rang out simultaneously.
Just as the charging knight column was less than a hundred meters from the clinic gates.
Creak—
The heavy gates, cast from black iron and carved with pained faces, slowly and silently swung open to both sides.
Behind the gates was not the expected trap or magic circle.
Instead, there was a bottomless darkness, like an abyss.
Then.
Three beautiful figures stepped out of that darkness, one by one.
Walking on the far left was a petite girl in a black gothic dress. She carried a pair of silver great scissors taller than herself, a naive yet yandere smile on her face.
Walking on the far right was a red-haired woman in a tight black nurse uniform. She had a sultry figure and seductive eyes, a wisp of crimson blood mist dancing around her fingertips.
And walking in the very center.
Was a silver-haired beast girl in the same style of nurse uniform, looking valiant and formidable.
She carried no weapon.
She simply locked her silver pupils, flickering with wild light, onto Knight Commander Gareth at the front of the charge.
Then, she licked her lips.
That look was like seeing... a particularly large, running bone.
Three beautiful 'reapers.'
They stood quietly at the gate, facing the steel torrent of the knight order.
The scene was eerie.
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